Chapter 610: It's Ancestral

Shen Ningmu entered the door, first greeted everyone, then sat next to Mu Youyu, and placed the package bag in front of her.

"It's perfect that you're on vacation; I had someone bring over some newly arrived summer clothes for you to pick out and try later."

"Thank you, Aunt Shen!" Mu Youyu leaned over and flipped through; all kinds of fabrics were there, and at a touch she knew they were the latest designs from the high-end boutique under the Shen clan.

She looked, and unconsciously glanced in the direction of Jiang Liangjin.

Shen Ningmu laughed while patting her hand, "What are you looking at him for? This is something Aunt picked out especially for you, it has nothing to do with him."

Song Lujing lazily interjected, "Exactly, sis, he doesn't even wear skirts."

Shen Ningmu was amused by the teasing, "Right, right, right, our Ah You looks good when she wears them."

She gestured to the attendant standing nearby to put the bag away first, then turned and reminded Mu Youyu, "Try them tonight, it's still early now."

Jiang Liangjin's eyes flickered slightly; he said nothing, just subtly leaned toward his fiancée without showing it.

Song Lujing caught sight of it, afraid he'd turn around and tell his sister he was being bullied, so he fiercely kneaded the glutinous rice in his arms again, not daring to joke further.

Shen Ningmu turned her gaze to the boy sitting with Mu Xin, then smiled again, "Hey, little Yu is back too? How have you been lately, busy or not?"

Song Huaiyu politely said, "Not bad, the project just ended and we got vacation."

After chatting a few more sentences, Shen Ningmu got up to go greet the elders.

The topic in the living room shifted elsewhere.

Mu Ye Ye suddenly thought of something and called out, "Right, last month English: Jiang Ye Ye said he wanted to organize a gathering, inviting a few families to stay a few days at that mountain villa."

"He's been there two weeks already, saying the air is good and suitable for retirement."

Mu Youyu whispered, "Wow, we can retire early."

Jiang Liangjin: "Wow."

English: Jiang Ye Ye swept his gaze over the juniors present, "I think these days are hot; if you have nothing to do, you could go stay a few days together, just to keep us two old men company."

Song Lujing's ear twitched, "What place? Is there internet?"

Mu Ye Ye laughed in exasperation, "No internet, you wouldn't go?"

Song Lujing wondered, "What would I do without internet? Chat with stinky mosquitoes?"

Mu Xianqi spoke up from the side, "It's not me saying this, but skipping a few days of games won't kill you."

Song Huaiyu deeply agreed; previously there had been a period when Song Lujing kept coming to his house to have his younger brother play games, which was really annoying, "Exactly."

Song Lujing objected, "Playing games is part of my life; missing even a day is disrespect to life."

Mu Xi snorted, "Don't play yourself blind; go get glasses another day, I'll take more photos of you in the mountains."

That means we'll go.

Mu Youyu couldn't help but laugh too, and Jiang Liangjin pinched her fingers, "Respect life."

Mu Youyu collected her laughter, sat upright, "Okay."

Song Lujing looked around and felt that besides himself, no one objected to going to that internet-free mountain villa.

He wistfully kneaded the glutinous rice.

The glutinous rice shook its tail, broke free from his leg, walked leisurely to Mu Youyu's feet, circled twice, then lay down there.

Song Lujing glared at it, "Traitor."

The glutinous rice didn't even lift its eyelids.

Mu Youyu picked it up and stroked it.

As for going to the mountain villa, the uncles and aunts naturally had no objections, all saying it was perfect for a change of scenery.

Mu Xianqi and Song Huaiyu hadn't seen their sister for several days; such an opportunity to openly tag along wouldn't be missed.

Not to mention Mu Xi and Mu Xin; seeing their sister inclined to go, a glance exchanged was enough to reach consensus.

Song Lujing tried to persuade his sister, "Honey, I think the old house is also quite cool; if worse comes to worst, come to my place, we have air conditioning."

"Then Brother Lujing can go play with the air conditioner." Mu Youyu smiled sweetly, leaned against her fiancé's shoulder, and said, "We're going to go chat with the mosquitoes."

Song Lujing's persuasion was ineffective.

The next morning, several vehicles set off from the old residence.

Among the brothers, besides Mu Xi, Mu Xin, Mu Xianqi, Song Lujing, and Song Huaiyu, Song Huaixian, who had already been on vacation for a few days, was added.

The mountain villa lies in the mountains northeast of C Shi; the cars drove up from the foothills, winding along the mountain road for about an hour and a half, and the deeper they went, the denser the trees on either side became.

The light outside the car windows also gradually dimmed, filtered by layers of treetops into a soft green hue.

In the mountain villa, several small courtyards were scattered among the valleys, white walls and gray tiles, hidden among the tree shadows, exuding a tranquil, antiquated air.

Before the gate lay a shallow stream, its water ringing clear and cool, listening to it inexplicably relaxes one.

As Mu Youyu stepped out of the car and inhaled, she felt the air temperature was at least five or six degrees lower than that of C Shi's urban area.

At that moment, English: Jiang Ye Ye was still outside and hadn't returned.

The elders then picked up their luggage and went to settle into their courtyard.

Jiang Liangjin and several brothers pulled the luggage out of the trunk, moving efficiently.

Song Lujing could no longer hold back; he crouched by the stream, reached out to test the water temperature, then shouted back, "Heaven, it's cold!"

As Mu Xi passed by his side, she said, "Otherwise? Come here to soak in a hot spring?"

Song Lujing pulled his hand back, shook off the water, and pretended not to have heard.

After everyone put their luggage down, they sat idly in the courtyard for a while.

In the kitchen of Mu Ye Ye's small courtyard, there was some movement, and soon someone came over to call them to eat.

English: Jiang Ye Ye and an old man in a gray short-sleeved shirt walked over; seeing them, he immediately raised his hand, "Hey, you got here so fast? I was still wondering how late you'd be!"

That gray-clothed old man also turned his head, nodded with a cheerful smile, and had a very kind face.

Mu Youyu stepped forward to greet him; the gray-clothed old man looked her over and said to English: Jiang Ye Ye, "Is this your little grandson's wife? She's truly handsome."

English: Jiang Ye Ye laughed, "How about it? I said last time, my eyesight is fine? Our Jiang family's eye for picking brides is ancestral!"

The little person in Jiang Liangjin's heart had already flown up.

Mu Youyu, wearing a smile, said, "Hello, Grandfather."

Jiang Ye Ye: "Well, calling a stranger grandfather is just calling grandfather; calling him is calling Jiang Ye Ye, right!"

Jiang Liangjin called out from beside, and Jiang Ye Ye and the gray-clothed old man sized him up together.

The gray-clothed old man nodded, "Young man, full of spirit."

Song Lujing's phone was still charging in the car; right now he was bored, seeing some excitement to watch, he listlessly followed and shouted, "Hello, Jiang Ye Ye!"

Jiang Ye Ye waved his hand, "All right, Xiao Jing came to eat; you must be hungry."

Song Lujing saw the gray-clothed old man seemed like a local, perked up, turned his head and asked, "Grandfather, is there internet here?"

The gray-clothed old man quickly replied, "Yes, WiFi covers the whole building; the signal is excellent."

Song Lujing regained his spirits, "Then there's no problem."

Several rattan-woven round tables and chairs were set up in the courtyard, and several elders were already sitting under the tree shade drinking tea and chatting.

Mu Youyu leaned back in the recliner; beside her, Jiang Liangjin and Mu Xin were holding a small fan to fan her.

Mu Xi also came out, changed into a light-colored short-sleeve, sat down on another chair, and idly scrolled on her phone.

Song Huaixian was pulling Song Huaiyu to gather by the barbecue rack, and the charcoal fire had already burned bright red.

The air was filled with the fragrant aroma of grilled meat, whetting everyone's appetite.